The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the world outside the windowpane into a watercolor smear of slate and bruised violet. Inside the conservatory, the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and the faint, sweet rot of overripe peaches, a heavy atmosphere that seemed to press against the eardrums. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his spine curved...

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